Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.